The Veiled Hearts

🌹The Wedding Plot (Part-2)🔪

Vanya, Avni, Aarav, Ishaan, and Reyansh scoured the mansion, searching for the gun. The wedding festivities swirled around them, guests flowing in and out, oblivious to the urgency of their mission. They combed each floor, scanning for anything out of place.

Ishaan, Reyansh, and Aarav scrutinized every guest that came into view, their instincts prickling with suspicion. However, they knew they couldn't just search anyone in person as it will be rude and alert Aman.

After a while, they gathered in front of the mandap, frustration and tension etched on their faces. Aarav ran his hands through his hair, exclaiming, "Fuuuuccckk!!! Where the hell are we going to find guns at this big party?"

Ishaan crossed his arms, still scanning the crowd. "It's a gun, not guns. If there were more than one, quantity would have been mentioned in the letter."

"Should we ask the gardener?" Avni suggested, her brow furrowed in concern.

Vanya, breathing heavily from their frantic search, shook her head. "There's no point. His room was vacant this morning. He must have left or been told to by that man."

As Vanya pointed, the others followed her gaze and spotted Aman, standing happily near the mandap with his wife, a foxy smile plastered on his face as he waved at them.

Aarav turned to Ishaan. "Did Vivaan breach his laptop?"

Ishaan shook his head, frustration evident. "Nope! He texted to buy him more time."

Reyansh huffed, exasperated. "Yash will be at the mandap in a few minutes! We can't even find one gun, and Vivaan, who can breach national security, still can't access this asshole's laptop? Are we just going to stand here and watch his well-planned drama unfold?"

Before anyone could respond, a voice broke through the tension behind them. "You guys forgot the rules of combat: when your opponent finds your nerve, you find his."

All turned back to see Kunal, disguised as a guest, standing there with a confident smirk.

"Why are you here?" Vanya asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

Kunal crossed his arms, anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You're new to this. A man like him mastered this long ago. He called me because he saw you were tense."

Kunal pointed towards Vikram, who sat in a wheelchair, observing them intently. He waved, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Vanya's gaze snapped back to Kunal. "He knows what's happening around here?"

Kunal sighed heavily. "Not in detail, but he senses your tension. He doesn't want this marriage to go through. If Vikram Sir gets involved, Aman will start piling bodies in this mansion and Vikram uncle can't pick the gun in front of every one. He's pretending to be physically weak but is hiding his mental acuity from Aman."